I've got something to say I've got something to say I've got something to say I've got something to...
This scene is too far gone!
I've got something to say I've got something to say I've got something to say I've got something to...
This scene is too far gone to expect a message of peace to reach the top of charts
We are a giant divided by fear forged knives in the fires of our pride We can't grow until we dethrone all of the emptiness
Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Your brawn will not be measured by the stiffness of your cap Gentlemen! Gentlemen! The statements on your knuckles don't make you the man
You say "I'm sick, I'm so sick" Then pander to the soiled to revel in the stench "I'm so sick, so sick" But you pander to the soiled 'til they leave us singing...
I'll seek the end, I'll seek it 'til the end Not of life but the ignorance poisoning our limbs I'll seek the end, I'll seek it 'til the end Not of life but the ignorance poisoning our limbs
Now ladies, are you listening? How many artificial layers do you need to feel secure? Ladies! Ladies! How many opposing choices will you make against your worth all for attention? It cuts you deep
You are no more the face you paint than the muscles beneath skin You are no more the muscles than the bones beneath you
Ladies and gentlemen, may I ask you one last thing before beginning? Will you ever be an audience that says all the sick and empty lies you've been feeding?
You got something to say? You got something to say? Then spit it out right now in front of all the fakes Drop out of your masquerade and wear your own name
Wear your own name
I'll seek the end, seek it 'til the end I'll seek the end, seek it 'til the end I'll seek the end, seek it 'til the end I'll seek the end, I'll seek it 'til the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
